Tested (by Hunt Bailey)

I sit on the edge of the chair,
in my dark living room, lit only
by the sun. I peer at the window
where my two monkeys are chained up.
The van is about to get here,
to ship away the last two pieces
left from my family.

I hope they love their new home
as much as they loved living in mine:
I hope that they are chained
where they cannot move
out of a 3 foot diameter.
I hope they are researched
and tested as every piece of their body
is picked apart. I hope they are prodded
with instruments from untrained professionals,
I hope they suffer like I suffer.